Friday, May 13, 2016

Guest Post: Where is the Wonder? by Roland Yeomans

Roland Yeomans is here today to introduce his latest book, The Not-so-Innocents Abroad —about a steampunk honeymoon like no other…

I like the title. For me it holds the promise of some wicked humour on top of all the wonder and excitement I expect from a renewed encounter with Captain Samuel McCord.

I haven’t read it yet, but… steampunk? Vampires? An alien Empress among us? Seems more than cool.

Here’s Roland to tell you more about it:

WHERE IS THE WONDER? by Roland Yeomans

The wonder in the books we read seems to be lacking … at least it does to me.
Yes, it is Friday the 13th: the perfect time for another stop on my infamous “Don’t You Hate Book Tours?” Book Tour.

I believe the reason we hate book tours is the same reason we are underwhelmed by many books hawked in them:
Same interchangeable plots with the same interchangeable characters
Was WWI won by one person?  Was WWII?  No, those wars were won by countless sacrifices of thousands of common soldiers fighting the good fight.
Aren’t you tired of THE FATED HEROINE who is the sole lynch pin upon which victory depends?
The world just doesn’t work that way.
The best books and fiction draw from the way the world really works.

 (Image belongs to Marvel, of course)
Great movie with a well-crafted script.
And then, there is the dreaded Mary Sue craze currently sweeping the books and movies.
Take the latest STAR WARS movie: A FAMILIAR HOPE. 
It was bad enough all the plots points of  IV were plopped onto the script of the new movie.
They made Luke into a Mary Sue: Rey.  She could fix anything.  She could out-fly veteran fighter pilots.  She could use the Jedi Mind trick first time out.  She out-fought Darth Whiney Boy the first time she held a lightsaber.

“The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.”  
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

The best fantasies are the ones that tell of the insignificant person trying her damnedest to survive in a surreal world that doesn’t much care if she lives or dies.
Take the contemporary, urban mythology of Neil Gaiman's American Gods, in which characters from ancient religions are hiding out in modern America. Or even the weird fever-dreams of China Miéville that combine bizarre creatures with Victorian technology.
In these modern times, where most of us sit at computers or face a bland commute, fantasy books offer a chance to break out of mundane moments.
Give your readers a prose window into a world of wonders, and you will succeed in selling your books.
Oh, wait!
I’m supposed to be selling MY  book just released in Kindle format!

I quoted Ralph Waldo Emerson because he appears in my book, detailing the honeymoon voyage of a cursed Texas Ranger newly wed to an Empress of an alien race.
The Xanadu, the world’s first Air-Steamship, is setting sail for a Steampunk adventure the likes of which you have never read:
It is 1867 in an America a layer of existence from this one.
General Sherman was denied his march through Georgia by forces beyond his ken. Abraham Lincoln was never assassinated though he wishes he had been killed instead of his beloved Mary.
The battered Indian tribes of America have a strange refuge courtesy of the cursed Texas Ranger, Captain Samuel McCord.
A global war of vampire kingdoms is going on beneath the noses of the living world — and it is interfering with the honeymoon of the alien empress, Meilori Shinseen.
She ruled the Aztecs when a political execution took place on Golgotha and channeled her frustration in repairing her starcraft by erecting the Sphinx. 
Joining the newlyweds are Mark Twain, 11 year old Nikola Tesla, his faithful black cat, Macak, Horace Greely, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Ada Byron, daughter of Lord Byron, and the mysterious Greek physician, Lucanus.
Lurking in the shadows, hoping to kill them, is the insane Abraham Lincoln, the crippled General Sherman, the vampires, Abigail Adams and Benjamin Franklin, Empress Theodora, ruler of the Unholy Roman Empire, and the vengeful Captain Nemo, following in his Nautilus.
What are you waiting for?  Go to its Amazon page and try its LOOK INSIDE feature, and then buy it for your very own! 
Hey, what are you doing still looking at this page? 


Well, if you're still looking at this page... Roland Yeomans has written 35 books. He lives in Louisiana and is a weaver of dreams. Visit him at his blog, Writing in the Crosshairs, or at his Amazon page. 

Saturday, May 07, 2016

Why Not

what a thorough disappointment
this absence of magic
this mundaneness

Even if they existed
the vampires, the angels
what makes you think
you’d be their darling
and not their victim?

even so... even so...

you know what I mean
I’m talking about real magic
not the stupefying wonder of a
or the heartbreaking beauty
of Für Elise

how about some faeries, some werewolves
some wish-fulfilling genies
even the ones who trick you
if you’re no expert
at formulating wishes

why are we condemned to dullness
in this miraculous universe?

Isn’t the Universe magical enough for you?
Every single amoeba, every single star?

yes... yes... but...

if there exist such magical things
as cells splitting
into new cells
and helium burning up there
in the sky
why not also portals to other dimensions?
why not time travel?
yes, why not time travel?
why not...

Chick with a Quill turns 9 years old today...

Monday, February 08, 2016


you see
there are these things that we see
or things that we think we see
things that we’ve been taught to see
every day things
every life things 
meant to be
comforting in their mundaneness
and then

there are the things that we don’t see
things that hide in the cracks
of this thing
that we call reality
the real things
harsh things
not meant to be reached
crushing in their alienness
that only in dreams
we can glimpse


Friday, January 01, 2016

Hello, 2016!

So, we stepped over that imaginary threshold between years...

Are we different? Certainly, one year older than on January 1st, 2015... Maybe, a little more hopeful for new beginnings... Energized, perhaps, ready for new projects or to renew projects (that is, if we're over that hangover...). I think I was writing once on this blog how each month feels different to me and January feels a bit scary... A door opening into a wide, open space where... well, who knows what awaits there... (something like in "At the Mountains of Madness"...)

Resolutions, anyone?

Mine are to:
  • laugh more
  • write more
  • exercise more
  • pay more attention
  • worry less 
  • procrastinate less
  • play Hay Day less (I don't know about that)
 To all those who read these words -and to every living being in this world- I wish you a very happy and healthy New Year! May you be blessed with love and bring love to the ones in your life. May you give kindness and receive kindness. Thank you for being here. Happy New Year!

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Goodbye, 2015

It's hard for me to believe that 2015 is almost over. (It's hard to believe that we're already talking about 2015 when just the day before it was 2000...) A few more hours, a few drinks, and that's it...

When did it go away? Well, it had a whole year for that, but it feels like much less, much, much less...

How did it go away? In a blur, that's for sure... And what did I do? Well, I guess... outlined a little, wrote a little, read a little, lived a little (did a lot of farming on Hayday!)... 

All in all, it hasn't been a bad year for me. Not a spectacular year, but not a bad year either, and that's also important, isn't it?

Bye-bye, 2015!

Farewell at Night by Georges Barbier

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone! May it bring you gifts of love, good health, and joy. May there be only smiles in your eyes and in those of your loved ones. Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 19, 2015

The Pardon of the Fogs in the Lovecraft eZine

 cover by Lee Copeland,

Issue #36 of the Lovecraft eZine, the magazine featuring cosmic horror and the Cthulhu mythos, is now available on-line and I'm happy and proud that my story, The Pardon of the Fogs, is part of it.

Go read it on-line for free, if you'd like. Kindle and print edition will be available soon.

You gotta love that cover! And this is the wonderful and intriguing illustration for my story, by Giuseppe Balestra,

Monday, November 30, 2015

The Night of Elisa by Isis Sousa

Isis Sousa Brazilian-born artist living in Norway keeps saying that she’s not a writer and that “writing sucks.” Maybe. Maybe not. One thing I find certain —whether she uses words or images, she is a great storyteller. And in “The Night of Elisa” she tells a unique, absorbing story.

From the magnificent cover through the pencil sketches in the book to the beautiful flourishes on each page, Ms. Sousa’s ability to bring her characters to “life” in drawings as well as in words enhances the experience and fully draws the reader into the rich world of her story.

“The silence of the night was broken by a beautiful female voice singing a lullaby. It came from a distance and approached Leonhard slowly, surrounding him. He listened to the melody’s phantasmagoric cadence and the sounds penetrated his skin, his bones, until he could feel the music within him. He opened his eyes abruptly as he felt a heat spreading inside him; it was as though he had been covered by the most splendid earthly sunlight.”

So many of the elements of the Gothic novel are present here: Leonhard
the fallen hero, Elisa the woman in distress, threatened by and fleeing from the evil Quentin, the general sense of unease and foreboding, the powerful love...

The writing has a hypnotic, dreamlike quality, achieved largely —I would say— by the use of the third person omniscient point of view, by the limited use of contractions, and by the almost screenplay feel of many of its paragraphs. The tone and the rhythm are perfect for this strange world where the dead and the living seem to coexist and to interact. And, Duskland, with its permanent gloom, is more than fascinating… Once having had a taste of it, I wonder, will one be able to stay away?...

“They want us to open a door but it takes a blood ritual to do such a thing, Elisa. Would you dare to try it?”

Dark, beautiful, haunting, “The Night of Elisa” is still with me days after reading the last page and will be for a long time…

Visit Isis Sousa's self-publishing website, Tragic Books, see her portfolio at Helheimen Design, visit her blog, Darkest Soirée and her Print Shop.
And find her on Goodreads too, where there's a giveaway happening right now for The Night of Elisa.


Saturday, October 31, 2015

Happy Halloween!

illustration from The Mysteries of Harris Burdick by Chris Van Allsburg

 The Bump under the Rug

“Ah! It’s a rat!” cried Mrs. Harris, my dear every Thursday bridge partner. “I’m not going in there anymore!”

“I’m telling you, it’s the fairies!” said tiny Mr. Field, with his tiny voice, trying to see something from behind Mrs. Harris who wouldn’t budge from the door despite her fear of rats. "They come every night!"

“Where’s your cat, Mr. James?” asked Barry, the delivery boy, in his usual cheeky tone.

“Right there,” I replied annoyed. Kitty was standing at the edge of the rug, too scared to attack, watching warily the big bump under the rug. The bump began moving again, even faster than before, toward that corner where the rug reached right underneath the big, old chest of drawers.

Under our four pairs of unbelieving eyes, the bump vanished. Kitty darted towards it, but it was too late.
Just like one week before. And one week before that, when it had first happened. Barry had been there too, and Mrs. Harris, and Mr. Field.

I said "good bye" to my neighbours, tipped Barry for delivering my bag of groceries from his uncle's store, and returned to my apartment.

I knew there was nothing behind the chest, because I had checked last time, but just to be sure, I checked again. Nothing. At least my neighbours had seen it too so I wasn't imagining things.

That night I didn't go to bed. I sat on the armchair, with a baseball bat in my right hand and a plastic bowl in the other, and waited. I was determined not to fall asleep this time so I didn't eat anything, not even the almond cake. Barry's uncle made a terrific cake.

Soon after midnight, I heard a scraping sound. I kept still, pretending to be asleep, but I was watching carefully. Soon enough, a bump began moving under the rug, from the corner underneath the chest. When it reached the center of the room, I jumped and threw the bowl over it.

Whatever it was, I had caught it.

"Let me go!" said a tinny voice.

I fell on my back.

The bump wasn't moving anymore, but it looked like it was shaking. Kitty was hissing loudly and wagging his tail.

"Who's talking?" I managed to say. "Who are you?"

"Let me go and I'll tell you."

"Talk, or I won't let you go. Who are you?"

"I'm the previous owner of the apartment above yours..."

Mr. Allen? How could that be? I knew him well. We'd been neighbours for twenty years. He'd recently sold his apartment and had moved to Florida. The apartment was rented now by a young woman, Miss Jones. How could that be?

"Do you like almond cake?" the tinny voice continued. "So did I... so much that I ate some every night. Barry's still delivering it, I see. All full of Uncle Gary's black magic. Until one night, it will be Uncle Gary delivering the cake. His spell will turn you into a doll too. A little, animated, docile doll...And then you too you'll have to obey him. Go through the apartments, steal things, scare people into selling them dirt-cheap to... guess who? Uncle Gary..."

Poor doll guy Mr. Allen. I felt sorry for him. I let him go after he promised not to bother me anymore. In fact, he was quite scared of Kitty so he was somehow glad that I found him so he couldn't come to my apartment anymore.
As for me, that was the last time I was going to eat almond cake, or any cake for that matter.

 Happy, Spooky Halloween!

And these are my carved pumpkins for this year...


Sunday, September 27, 2015

Supermoon Eclipse in my Garden

Can't believe I haven't posted here since early May... There was a fantastic show tonight and I'm happy I was able to witness it from my back yard. Perfect sky up until the eclipse was full and then clouds rushed in. Doesn't matter, I've seen all of it.

Hope to do this again in 2033!

Thursday, May 07, 2015

A Duck Story

A girl-duck and a boy-duck are swimming leisurely on my pool, which is yet to be prepared for summer...

This way... That way... in the mirror of the dark water...

Suddenly, a rival arrives...

The girl-duck promptly retreats to the safety of the lily of the valley yet to bloom... She waits... Do I detect a mischievous sparkle in her eye?

The boys have a game of war to play... Notice how the water around them tells their tale...

They both fly away. Then, after a while, one comes back. Peace has returned at last... Which one is he? I think it's the rival who's gone...

So beautiful, regardless...

By the way, Chick with a Quill turns eight today... :-)

Monday, April 27, 2015

One Day

image by pierrepaul43 on flickr

one day
the masks simply won’t
hold together anymore
the mask of happiness
the mask of enthusiasm
the mask of goodness
by tears
by sweat
by the uncontrollable
the mask of indifference
the mask of compassion
the mask of sadness
will peel off
like old paint

one day
it will be just my

Friday, April 17, 2015

Wanderings on Kindle

After five months of paperback-only life, “Wanderings on Darker Shores – a collection of strange tales and poems” is now also available as a Kindle ebook.

Strange how this feels bittersweet…

Setting up the paperback has been such an intense and satisfying job! I’ve found a lot of good advice on the Internet and I will probably share it here in a nutshell in a future post. From working on the cover with talented artist Steve Santiago and trying to follow editor Mark Durfee’s wonderful advice, to choosing fonts, and flourishes, and page set-up, and struggling with my own perfectionism, this has been an amazing journey.

Compared to it, setting the book up for Kindle —although still involving a bit of research— has proven almost anticlimactic, if I may say so.

The “real” book —and yes, I know I’m blowing my own horn— is so nice to hold in your hands that it’s certainly a pity that all of that is lost on Kindle. But that’s the way of the world now and we have to go with it…

So here they are, both of them, under the same cover…

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Not Lost - and a Bit of News

No, I did not get lost in Manhattan... though sometimes I wish I did... :-)

Thanks, everybody, for your comments and good wishes on my previous post. It's kind of late to answer them individually, but please know that I appreciate them and I am very grateful for all of them.

Since I returned home, I've been very busy writing a story at the request of Mike Davis, the editor and publisher of the Lovecraft eZine, who has published one of my stories before. That's done now and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he'll like it. :-)

Check out the very nice 5* review that "Wanderings on Darker Shores" got at  Pure Jonel ~ Confessions of a Bibliophile. There's also a giveaway for three paperbacks and five pdf copies that ends on April 17th.

And last, but not least, "Airships & Automatons", the steampunk anthology from White Cat Publications -with my story "The Thing with Feathers" in it-  is now available both as a Kindle ebook and as a paperback. Why not give it a try?

Sunday, March 01, 2015

Off to New York

So I'll be away for a week, going on my annual pilgrimage to New York City... I'm sorry that I haven't been able to visit all your blogs much lately, but I'll do my best to catch up when I return. :-)

I leave you with this hope for spring...

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Our Life

photo from

stand to attention
life is passing by
in a huge float
a floral parade
your life her life my life
look how beautiful it is
look at all those dreams
like helium balloons
clap laugh cry clap
now it disappears around the corner
now it’s gone

Monday, February 23, 2015

And the Winners Are...

First of all, a huge THANK YOU to all those who have made out of this Indie Love blog hop such a fantastic event, bringing together authors, books, and readers.

Thank you, Debdata Dasgupta Sahay, from bookr3vi3ws, for making all of this possible and for inviting me to this event.

Roland, thank you for offering the gifts for the giveaway.

Thanks to all of you for participating in the giveaway and for the wonderful comments.

Without further ado... here are the winners:

20$ Amazon gift certificate:

Bethany N.

Audible audiobook of "Death in the House of Life"

Serena S.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Author Roland Yeomans + Giveaway

Celebrate Valentine's Day by showing some love for an Indie author and by participating in the blog hop hosted by Book R3vi3ws.

Meet or get reacquainted  with indie author Roland Yeomans.

His books are adventurous, philosophical, and exotic. Native American wisdom and folklore play a major role. His main characters are, above all, Human, no matter what else they are.

Samuel McCord, Texas ranger and undead; Victor Standish, son of the Angel of Death; Alice Wentworth,the Victorian Ghoul; Hibbs, the Bear with Two Shadows; Wolf Howl, the Last Shaman… Historical figures often make appearances. Among them are Samuel Clemens (aka Mark Twain) and Nikola Tesla, the fabled inventor, and even Marlene Dietrich, the German movie star.

Their stories take place in the same universe, in which New Orleans is a magical centre, but their quests take them from New Zealand to Egypt, to the Badlands, and more. The novels are written in such a way that there is no need to read them chronologically; there’s enough in each of them to give a good idea of who the characters are and of the setting, and thus enjoy them separately.

The Legend of Victor Standish
 I studied the rough people in the bus seats around me. Not one Mother Theresa among them. They were all predators. The night made them only more dangerous. The caveman in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to him, and the cold emptiness between the stars speaks his language. To that savage self, evil can look lovely in too little light.

 French Quarter Nocturne
 Meilori’s shade danced open-armed in front of me. What does love look like? What is its color? A white flash of fright. A billowing wave of warmth, its reach beyond the microscope and further than the length of hope. Is it a jewel sparkling in the night? Or a whisper murmuring within the corridors of the heart? Once more Meilori danced across the velvet grass, her empty arms beckoning to me. Her soft voice carried like a specter in the dark. Her words brushed by me and into my soul. “Beloved, one last dance."

Her Bones are in the Badlands
It’s enough to be in stark places like the Badlands of South Dakota, to be alone a while in a place where all I can hear is the lonely wind blowing, where all I can see is the earth stretching all around me into the far distant mountains. I look up into the wide embrace of the endless night. Life sings to me again, and I know I am not lost.

Return of the Last Shaman
The night had strung death like beads along the thread of its hours." "The blue of this anemic dawn was a visual silence. Yet, the ravaged face of the moon still dimly hung in the awakening sky like the mockery of childhood dreams. I could touch neither the moon nor those long ago dreams so I turned to the other half of my heart.

The Stars Bleed at Midnight
I suspect each of us rode toward a different shrine, the same only in name. For the destination men name is only the destination of surface.

Death in the House of Life
 In this wilderness there was no greed, no vanity, no hypocrisy. Only a lasting throb of green growth. And the eternal quiet. I always knew that this was the way I would go. A knife or a gun in hand, my teeth bared at the enemy like an old wolf falling away into the endless void, defiant and fighting to the end.

 Find out more about Roland and his books at his blog, Writing in the Crosshairs.

Enter the giveaway to win a 20$ Amazon gift card - first place, or an audiobook of "Death in the House of Life," - second place.

Eternal evil never looked so beautiful. Before Indiana Jones… Before Allan Quartermain... There was... Samuel McCord. Join the cursed Texican as he clashes with the last survivor of an extinct species in the Missouri of 1848. He communes with the Spirit of the Earth in the Hawaii of 1866. He is betrayed into the hands of the British government in 1895 Cairo. Thrill to his escapes from ancient death traps in the ruins of the lost city of Tanis. Match wits with him as he duels grey aliens and seeks to decipher the mysteries left behind by the aliens who were the basis for the gods of Ancient Egypt. As he seeks to save the world and his marriage from the monster that is the eternal beauty, Meilori Shinseen, the Empress of a race from beyond the stars... and his wife. Doc Savage had no wilder crew to back him up than does Samuel McCord - Mark Twain… Oscar Wilde… The genius Nikola Tesla… The undead Ada Byron, creator of the first computer language in the 1840's. And the incomparable She Who Devours, the model for the Sphinx… Empress Meilori Shinseen… McCord's beloved wife. And the probable Destroyer of our world.

Contest is open internationally, where applicable by law. Entries close at 11:59pm EST Feb 20/15. Winners will be announced Feb 23/15.

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 Also visit, if you'd like, Wanderings on Darker Shores, the blog of my book, for a glimpse inside and another great giveaway.


Don't forget to visit the other participants in the blog hop to discover other Indie authors and show them some readers' love...


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Dream of Love

photograph taken almost one year ago in Central Park, Manhattan

this is my hope

to sleep and dream of you

and have your smile
which while awake knows not of me
know me alone

and have this dream
in which your eyes
find —raw— in mine
the very essence
of your love
keep warm my soul

until I dream again

of you

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Airships & Automatons

About two and a half years ago I was posting here a poem by Emily Dickinson, Hope is the Thing with Feathers. I was saying that I had found it while searching for a title for a story I had just written. It was doubly important to me because it had two things that were in my story: the "thing with feathers" and "hope".

Well, soon after that, editor Charles (Chuck) P. Zaglanis accepted my "(The) Thing with Feathers" for the anthology he was editing for White Cat Publications. The anthology was supposed to come out in Autumn 2013. That didn't happen. I was disappointed and sad, but ultimately didn't lose hope. After all, I had  written the story specifically for this anthology and I had no intention of finding another home for it. Then, at the end of December 2014, Chuck contacted me again with the contracts to sign...

So today I'm very happy to announce that "Airships & Automatons" is back on track, flying high, and it should be available in March. My story is in it!!! And in great company!

Spanning the ages between ancient Greece and a far flung and dying future. - See more at:

Spanning the ages between ancient Greece and a far flung and dying future. - See more at: story is in it!!! And in great company!
Spanning the ages between ancient Greece and a far flung and dying future, this is the final ToC from Chuck's Facebook page:

THE DOG-FACED CANNIBAL by Christine Purcell
ALL THE KING’S MONSTERS by Megan Arkenberg

MEMPHIS BBQ by Cat Rambo

A HORRIFIED MIND by Ferrel D. Moore
HAN AIR by Nghi Vo
IRON & BRASS, BLOOD & BONE by Alma Alexander